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And Quita would have thrust her friend into Eldred's chair: but Honor, catching sight of the picture, went eagerly up to it. "My dear, how remarkable! When did you begin it?" "Ages ago, in Dalhousie; and now I want to finish it. But the lamp of inspiration won't burn. I'm afraid the wick's gone mouldy from disuse." But Honor was reading the lines above the canvas. "Ah, I see!
Pomfret's housekeeping, had a rare savour after months of dining in the little parlour behind his shop, varied only by Mrs. Wick's cooking on Sundays.
An hour went by, and when I finally awoke it was to see momma sitting by with folded hands and an expression of much gratification while poppa gave a graphic account of the rise and progress of the American baking-powder interest. "I don't expect," said he, "you've ever heard of Wick's Electric Corn-flour?" "It is my misfortune." "We sent thousands of cans to Southern Europe last year, sir.
It cost him agonies to debate such a matter; but, as he knew very well, the price was excessive for unfurnished lodgings, and need constrained him. He offered fifteen shillings, and said he would call for Mrs. Wick's decision on the morrow. The landlady allowed him to go to the foot of the stairs, then stopped him.
Or Wick's Sublimated Soda?" "I am stupidissimo." "No, not at all. But I daresay your momma knows it, if she ever has waffles on her breakfast table. Well, it's been a kind of kitchen revolution. We began by making a hundred pounds a week and couldn't always get rid of it. Now why the day before I sailed we sent six thousand cans to the Queen of Madagascar. I hope she'll read the instructions!"
And until he does, how can the wee souls endure his anger? O David, my heart will break! My heart will break!" "Nanna, listen to this: when Elga Wick's child died, the minister said there was a benign interpretation of the doctrines which taught us that none but elect infants died. It would be unjust, Nanna, unless the child was elect, not to give it the offer of salvation."
Derry gives me, there's what I've had from odd jobs like letting the artists paint my hair, and taking care of Mrs. Wick's baby afternoons when she goes to card parties. I've got thirty dollars to put in. Gus?" "Thirty-five dollars," he replied in a pleased tone. "Bud?" They all looked expectantly.
Reaching home between twelve and one o'clock Will saw a man who paced the pavement near Mrs. Wick's door; the man, at sight of him, hastened forward; there were exclamations of surprise and of pleasure. "I came first of all at nine o'clock," said Sherwood. "The landlady said you wouldn't be back before midnight, so I came again. Been to the theatre, I suppose?"
In these qualities, New Jersey girls have never shown themselves behind their sisters of other parts of the country, and a very good proof of this is shown by an incident which took place near Morristown during the time that the American army was quartered in that neighborhood. Not far from the town was a farm then known as Wick's farm, situated in a beautiful wooded country. The daughter of Mr.
"Can you light the lamp?" "Yes, sir, all right, in a minute. Wick's got shook down. That's better; give me hold, or you'll burn your fingers; mine's as hard as horn. Well done; first go." For the wick caught and burned brightly, the glass was replaced, and the doctor was able to examine his patient once more. "How is he, sir?" "Just the same," replied the doctor.
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